Bo Saixi 〒▽〒

Bo Saixi was led away from the street, looking around at the dim alleyways.

A little suspicious, she asked, "Granny, where are we?"

"My legs aren't what they used to be, so I'm taking you by a shortcut. Don't worry, miss." The old woman gave her a kindly smile.

The last traces of doubt in Bo Saixi's heart vanished. The old woman had trouble walking, yet had gone out of her way to guide her, and here she was suspecting her.

This wasn't the scheming, backstabbing world of Soul Masters. She really had been overthinking things.

Bo Saixi sternly chastised herself.

"We're here," the old woman said with a smile.

Bo Saixi looked at the wall in front of her, puzzled.

Before she could respond, the old woman pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it toward Bo Saixi's mouth.

Even without her Soul Power, Bo Saixi still had the physique of a Titled Douluo.

With a quick movement, she pulled away from the old woman.

"This girl knows a few moves. Get her together," the old woman said slowly.

Four burly men rushed in from the alley entrance, some holding ropes and others holding sacks.

"This little lady really is a beauty. How about we send her to the Azure Sea and Blue Sky after us brothers have had our fun?" the man holding a sack asked the old woman.

"Just don't ruin her," the old woman said casually, stuffing the handkerchief into her pocket.

"No problem."

The four burly men spread out and closed in around Bo Saixi.

Bo Saixi's pretty face turned icy.

She had pitifully little experience living on the continent, but she could sense these people's malice perfectly clearly.

"You're courting death!" Bo Saixi snapped, raising the shovel she had been carrying and charging at them.